I hear the tapping at the door and call out that it is open, knowing it is him. As he comes in... I see the look on his face change as he takes me in with his eyes, standing before him in my wedding dress. I feel the heat rise quickly to my face at the way he is looking at me.
"You wanted to see me?" he asks.
I look to the floor, seeing the tips of my heels peek out from the white floor length dress and while it seems as if I'm focused on something else, I ask: "Well I wanted to make sure we were okay before I walk down the aisle. There is no way I can get married if I don't think we will be fine."
Hearing the click of the door lock, I look up and he is walking quickly towards me. Soon I feel his hands move about my waist and he pulls me close to him. His lips search for mine and before I can let his kiss sweep me away, I remember what I'm wearing and place my hands against his chest, trying to push him from me.
I begged: "Please we can't do this now. It took me forever to get into this thing... my hair... the veil and my makeup. There is just no time for kisses or anything else that might be in that wicked mind of yours. So please, just tell me we are going to be okay and then you can go ask my sister to come in so she can do the finishing touches." Slowly I slip from his hands and take a few steps back.
He shakes his head back and forth, smiling like he had won the lottery. "You are so beautiful and all I want is a taste before you become an ole married woman. Also you said you still had a few finishing touches left... so how about at least.... hmmm..."
I start to get nervous as I see that look on his face that normally makes me weak in the knees.
Watching him take a step closer and I mirror him taking one back, he laughs at me. Holding up his hands he stops and says: "Okay, okay... I get it. To make sure all is well between us, I ask for two things from you. Then I will leave and head out."
My heart jumps to my throat.... and I cry out: "Oh... No, I said I was sorry about our fight last night. Please don't leave. I know we can work this out..." fresh tears start to roll down my face as fear grips my heart and I think I have messed up beyond repair.
Moving quickly before I can step away, I feel his arms wrap about me again and he comforts me with small kisses... His laugh is soft and soothing: "No, my dear.... all if forgiven, I only wanted to one; ask you if you still loved me and two; if I could have three very... very small kisses?"
"Oh yes" stepping up on my toes to give him a hug, I happily tossing my arms about his neck; "I love you so much, you mean the world to me and you can have your three kisses.... Here, here is one..." I move my hands to cup his face and lean forward to give him his first kiss. However his hands move up and grab my wrists to stop mine and he shakes his head slowly.
He moves my hands to go behind me, which brings me closer to him. His mouth finds mine and I feel his tongue trace across my lower lip. I love the way he kisses me and soon I'm pressed up against him, returning his kiss. Our mouths open and our tongues playing cat and mouse with each other. Soon I am panting and he pulls away. He starts to laugh and I see my lipstick smeared across his mouth.
"Soooo... two more kisses, Ready?" he asks me
My face flushed, my heart beating and before I have a chance to say anything, I am pulled back into a tense lip-lock and before I know it... We are trying to pull my wedding dress out of the way... I'm reaching up to un-clip the veil, since I keep feeling it pull my head back as our feet keep stepping on it. I toss it somewhere away from us... and concentrate back on his kiss forgetting everything else.
Now breathless, he leans back and asks if I am ready for my last kiss. I move towards him again, enjoying what he has been doing so far and I watch as he shakes his head. Puzzled I see a smug smile on his face and he is scoping out the bridal suite. There is a love seat nearby and taking me by the hand he leads me towards it.
"Okay for your last kiss, you need to sit down" he tells me. Thinking he is being considerate, since I didn't think I was going to stand through the last one. I happily sit down.